There is something in Millie. There is a fire. Life can be cold and dark at times. Millie gives off light and warmth. You want to stand close to her. To warm your hands, and melt the ice from your shoes. To banish the darkness for a minute or two. But then when you leave Millie, you stay warm, and it seems like there is a little more light, maybe one candle's worth, in the world. And that is when you realize the fire has been inside of you all the time.
I love my Millie.